The Weeping Rain (Yuan Shao/Yuan Tan)

[Shen Pei (Tuvlan)]

OOC: Wrong culture, but hopefully... fitting.

Tears Of He Bei
Theme Song: Final Battle from WotS3

The rain would not stop. Still, the enemy kept on charging. The cries for death and of death were incessant as for two war lords vying for control of the land. Corpses and swords lay embedded in the ground everywhere as men from opposing sides, spears and swords drawn, charged. So dark were the rain clouds, covering the entire sky that was almost, no it was nigh impossible to tell friend from foe, only enough to see who charged from where.

Chin Xiao slipped, in the mud, stepping, stepping, stepping for ground to take a foot on, as a man came about him, only to raise up his spear. Without thinking, Chin Xiao raised up his dao in his right hand, before quickly thrusting it towards the man's lower abdomen. Still with his weapon raised, the figure stuttered as liquids that were not rain came down on Chin Xiao. Awkwardly raising up his foot, Chin vehemently pushed the body away, pulling his dao out---

The blade of a spear cut past his shoulder, barely nicking Chin, before withdrawing for another thrust. The armor flew off Chin, who, grabbing the body of mud, pushed himself up into a haggard standing position, grabbing at the ground for the armor before swinging his left arm backwards to fling the armor at the spear shaft, just as it came with another thrust and a grunt. Grabbing for his own spear, Chin groaned as he brought the mid part of the shaft up to his elbow, trying his best in the blinding darkness of the clouds, to make out his next opponent---Thrusting his spear into the disabled spearmen from before, he pulled out the blade shaft by raising his foot up again into an awkward front-kick, before taking a stomp forward, stabbing down with his dao and pulling it back up again.

"HUWAARRGGHHH..."

[Yuan Shao]

((You don't get either of those. GUAN SHAO TIME))

Muzak

The man heaved a heavy breath. The Bene Gessiret spy had spent a great deal of time protecting his lord, walking with the pace of the man's horse, keeping step and time with the great beast. He had diced through dozens of men with a single blow, his spear's quadruple edges bathing in blood throughout the day.

Guan Shao had never spent this much time in a single battle, let alone spending most of that time striking down men. He had killed many times before, but hardly ever in such copious amounts, their life force oozing and pooling around the ground. He had fought hard, and his armor had stained permanently red, his face a mask of blood and his hair crimson in hue.

His armor had long been shed, now only a simple chainmail abreast, and his gauntlets on his arms. His boots remained armored, but his calves were also only covered in small chainmail.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he gained the composure he needed. He picked up a flask from the ground, and drained its contents, letting the water soak deeply into his mouth, refreshing him. He did a few short breathing exercises before he heard a cry of rage.

He watched as a man slaughtered a group of his fellow warriors. Rage overtook him. He exploded in furry. He launched himself forth, but between he and the man stood but a legion of his supporters. With unerring accuracy he plunged his spear directly into the first man, knocking into him with such force that he was fell immediately, Guan Shao propelled into the air.

As he soared upwards and into the air, his entirety of senses cleared. He looked up at every face in the legion, some mad, some scared, some neutral, and others just purely aghast at what was going on. They trampled their allies in their rush to fight, and in this brief moment of respite, they saw this pain.

Shao landed with a flourish, five more men falling around him as his spear made wide arcs, men's innards rupturing outwards with a ferocity unknown. A jab, a swipe, another three jabs, and a few more flourishes and another seven men lay dead. A sweeping blow high and three heads rolled. A final parry of an enemy spear, a flourish, and then a forward leap.

He landed, shaking the spear free of blood, even as the previous man fell into a puddle of his own liquids. He looked at the man before him.

"So it is now us."